The White Stuff

 N's other Grandma, visiting Scotland at Christmas for the first time, was convinced that there would be snow. She won't be going home disappointed,  because this morning we woke to a sprinkling of white.

N was well-prepared, with her cold-weather gear passed on by A's Finnish friend. There wasn't enough to build a snowman, but she found the icy puddles the perfect place to jump (extra).